Spit for Rank: Rank getta

Imma rap prodigy, the name is swift
graduate of rapology, givin you a lyrical gift
words commin quicker, and i light another spliff
slurrin off the liquor, feel the weight of the world shift
now i want you to keep readin, read each and every line
and ill leave ya hearts bleedin, needin to vent whats on my mind
so look past the dark and tell me what you see
Death's Advocate and what youll find is me
And ill bring the pain to ya family and ya peeps
thru the thunder and the rain infiltratin while you sleep
and im creepin.. silently open up the door of ya home
sneakin up to ya room hand tight on the crome
and im emptyin the clip point blank up to ya dome.
ya body not found when you sleepin with the dead
6 feet in the ground one round in the head
Im seein red and i unleash the maddness
its a promise for im bringin you unthinkable saddness.
Cuz i had this, locked up in a cage
you fuckin brought it on now its time to feel my rage

I'll tomahawk ya style and ya whole fukkin crew
lyin lifeless on the ground face dowwn without a clue.
I choose you to be my unlucky victim
you underestimate ya enimies and dont know how to pick em,
so i do it for u.. and u my #1 pick
beggin me for mercy when the barrell goes "click"
another one slain the end of ya life story
started out peaceful now ended out gory

But thats how it is with you fuck with ya man swift
bitch god put you on this earth so i thought of it as a gift
AND TAKE IT
butcher ya life left for livin
second thought spare ya the last gift to you im givin

Edited by Swift Styles - 24 September 2007 at 7:46pm

your flow is a bit off in most places... but i can tell you know what you're supposed to be doin'...

Edited by 2smooth - 25 September 2007 at 11:29am

i say high NOV as well...

you have an understanding of flow/rhyme/etc.  but you're rhymin really simple words... work on using multies and comin up with creative punches

^Thats a punchline right there....

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